All right, Allright. Im updatin!
O.K. Current events:
For the none of you tuned in this is whats been wappinin. My Soon-To-Be-Ex-Wife and I dont talk and are getting a divorce ASAP. So she can runnaway with Mr. NAVY and they can do whatever. Yeah it still fuckin hurts to know that while I was worried about her dieing and shit shes fuckin some ...... yeah.
But I have carried on and moved forward. Or at least I try. The whole marriage thing isnt the best thing in new relationships. And the whole 23 years old with two divorces isnt good either. I feel like a used car salesmen somtimes you know.
Anyways Im gonna upload some friend so people can see who I know. I dont hang out with them as much though. I found a new "friend", Kim. I say "friend", because its a weird relationship we have. I think shes amazing and I would totally go there, but we both arnt ready for that yet. So oh well we shall see.
ALSO!!!! I am submitting my 600word essay in this contest. If my story of my life is interesting enough they will pay me to write a book. SO I shall publish this essay here and now. Please read it if your still with me on this third paragraph. I am dieing for input!!
I will keep this journal up until I have SIX (6) Comments. I hope thats not too long. I dont get out on the chat as much as b 4 so we'll see.
Anyways here goes it!!
MY STORY:
I believe I have a winning story to tell. It is truly hard to write this and give you an idea of the life I have lived but Ill try. My whole childhood was just me and my mom. She was a gambler and an opportunist. My father had divorced my mom from her seducing him to have me. He was an alcoholic/ abusive father who never was there. My mom and I moved a lot for many reasons. Most commonly was to start a new life away from the past. I learned how to use it to my advantage though and moving was a form of education that taught me different cultures and styles of life. Before my 23rd birthday I would move 70 times. I was tossed around the family a couple times to allow my mom time to regain her sanity. A couple times I ended up at my dads but the answer was the same, I dont want him, but what does he want for Christmas?
Through middle school I took up any kind of work I could to help pay rent and bills. My mom, constantly gambling, ended up in a mental hospital a couple times leaving me trying to survive alone. I maintained a 4.0 GPA, became yearbook editor, and was a Cadet Major in HSROTC. At the start of my senior year my moms new boyfriend kicked me out to move her to Vegas. I was quickly emancipated by my child support paying father and at 17 moved in with my new girlfriend. She quickly claimed that after only a few times together in bed that I was the father of her unborn child. With my strong morals I knew what I had to do. We wed and I joined the Marines to support my new family. We were unhappy but I tried. Until I found out she was having an affair with my best friend. We got divorced and I ended up with custody of my son due to her new drug habit and beating our son into the hospital numerous times. It was a timely court battle that mixed with my Marine obligation became too much. I received a hardship discharge and stayed home with my son full time to help with the neurological damage he received while with his mom. I had to turn my back on my brothers in arms and help my son. To this day I am not welcome to return to my unit.
I then found out my son was not biologically mine and my ex-wife had known it from the start. I felt I could raise him regardless but it was too hard on the mind, I gained 200lbs in a year and was unemployed with a new active duty navy wife. He went to my former in-laws until I got a job. But now my new wife and I had started growing apart. My mom had also fought me for custody and sued me for lost wages. I won but it still was more fuel to the fire. I got a job and my wife deployed. But the day she got back she told me she had fallen in love with another man, was hiding it, and wanted to leave.
I am on my own now with a great career. I have no regrets in my past only lessons. I feel my story can help todays youth realize you can always survive. I would love the opportunity to write my story in detail if not to help then at least to entertain.
Thanx
O.K. Current events:
For the none of you tuned in this is whats been wappinin. My Soon-To-Be-Ex-Wife and I dont talk and are getting a divorce ASAP. So she can runnaway with Mr. NAVY and they can do whatever. Yeah it still fuckin hurts to know that while I was worried about her dieing and shit shes fuckin some ...... yeah.
But I have carried on and moved forward. Or at least I try. The whole marriage thing isnt the best thing in new relationships. And the whole 23 years old with two divorces isnt good either. I feel like a used car salesmen somtimes you know.
Anyways Im gonna upload some friend so people can see who I know. I dont hang out with them as much though. I found a new "friend", Kim. I say "friend", because its a weird relationship we have. I think shes amazing and I would totally go there, but we both arnt ready for that yet. So oh well we shall see.
ALSO!!!! I am submitting my 600word essay in this contest. If my story of my life is interesting enough they will pay me to write a book. SO I shall publish this essay here and now. Please read it if your still with me on this third paragraph. I am dieing for input!!
I will keep this journal up until I have SIX (6) Comments. I hope thats not too long. I dont get out on the chat as much as b 4 so we'll see.
Anyways here goes it!!
MY STORY:
I believe I have a winning story to tell. It is truly hard to write this and give you an idea of the life I have lived but Ill try. My whole childhood was just me and my mom. She was a gambler and an opportunist. My father had divorced my mom from her seducing him to have me. He was an alcoholic/ abusive father who never was there. My mom and I moved a lot for many reasons. Most commonly was to start a new life away from the past. I learned how to use it to my advantage though and moving was a form of education that taught me different cultures and styles of life. Before my 23rd birthday I would move 70 times. I was tossed around the family a couple times to allow my mom time to regain her sanity. A couple times I ended up at my dads but the answer was the same, I dont want him, but what does he want for Christmas?
Through middle school I took up any kind of work I could to help pay rent and bills. My mom, constantly gambling, ended up in a mental hospital a couple times leaving me trying to survive alone. I maintained a 4.0 GPA, became yearbook editor, and was a Cadet Major in HSROTC. At the start of my senior year my moms new boyfriend kicked me out to move her to Vegas. I was quickly emancipated by my child support paying father and at 17 moved in with my new girlfriend. She quickly claimed that after only a few times together in bed that I was the father of her unborn child. With my strong morals I knew what I had to do. We wed and I joined the Marines to support my new family. We were unhappy but I tried. Until I found out she was having an affair with my best friend. We got divorced and I ended up with custody of my son due to her new drug habit and beating our son into the hospital numerous times. It was a timely court battle that mixed with my Marine obligation became too much. I received a hardship discharge and stayed home with my son full time to help with the neurological damage he received while with his mom. I had to turn my back on my brothers in arms and help my son. To this day I am not welcome to return to my unit.
I then found out my son was not biologically mine and my ex-wife had known it from the start. I felt I could raise him regardless but it was too hard on the mind, I gained 200lbs in a year and was unemployed with a new active duty navy wife. He went to my former in-laws until I got a job. But now my new wife and I had started growing apart. My mom had also fought me for custody and sued me for lost wages. I won but it still was more fuel to the fire. I got a job and my wife deployed. But the day she got back she told me she had fallen in love with another man, was hiding it, and wanted to leave.
I am on my own now with a great career. I have no regrets in my past only lessons. I feel my story can help todays youth realize you can always survive. I would love the opportunity to write my story in detail if not to help then at least to entertain.
Thanx
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New flash: a shitty life isn't exclusive to just you. Everyone has their own problems. I'm sure you're going through a tough time, but that doesn't give you the right to journal bomb people with your fucking temper tantrum just because you couldn't take a joke. Grow some thicker skin and enjoy a site full of some of the funniest people I've ever seen.